Danielle Dayney

Author: Danielle Dayney

  • Why Hypoglycemics Should Always Have Snacks

    Why Hypoglycemics Should Always Have Snacks

    The Bee attacked me.

  • Butterflies and Bubblegum Lipgloss

    Butterflies and Bubblegum Lipgloss

    He knocked the wind from my lungs with his question.

  • How To Paint Your Own Cabinets

    How To Paint Your Own Cabinets

    Make sure your house has plenty of ugly cabinets — ones with years of grease stuck to them. This is crucial for steps later on. The more cabinets, the better. Your first apartment in Brooklyn with four cabinets won’t do.  Once you’ve got the cabinets, pick your color at the paint store. This will be…

  • Lesson in Murder

    Lesson in Murder

    Soon, this cavernous house will spill with wine-stained bodies.

  • A Letter to the Tooth Fairy

    A Letter to the Tooth Fairy

    This letter is two years and eight teeth overdue.

  • Bit by Bit

    Bit by Bit

    Tonight, my daughter is having a sleepover with a friend. It’s not her first sleepover. She’s had several this year. But this pang in my heart, loss of breath in my lungs, gets no easier with time. I worry about her, miss her laugh, and wish to hold her while she’s gone. It’s not any different…

  • Flicker

    Flicker

    Last year, I bought a lantern for our cabin and filled the batteries for storm season. My child played with it in the “woods” of her darkened bedroom. Last week, power flickered. I flipped the lantern switch. The batteries may have died, but we never lost the light. Photo by Lum3n.com from Pexels

  • How To Hit A Deer With Your Minivan On Moms’ Weekend

    How To Hit A Deer With Your Minivan On Moms’ Weekend

    Drive four hours with your two best friends to the mountains for some kid-free mom time skiing on the slopes. Make sure you leave the dads with enough frozen peas and baby carrots. If you don’t, the kids won’t eat their veggies and you’ll be freaking out for two full days instead of letting your…

  • Red

    Red

    A holiday toast to my husband: Brighter than the shade of rubies in my ears, deeper than the scarlet smeared on my lips, richer than the aged merlot in my glass, is the love my crimson heart carries for you after sixteen Christmases together. Photo courtesy of Unsplash

  • Eighties Ski Jumpsuits Make Gnarly Conversation on the Slopes

    Eighties Ski Jumpsuits Make Gnarly Conversation on the Slopes

    We are on a four-day, adults-only ski-cation in Vermont. My daughters are six and one, back home with my mother-in-law. I’m stoked because it’s the first time I’ve been away from my youngest child, who is recently walking and hellbent on killing me. I love my kids and I’ll miss them, but I’m ready to…